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Post by The Smith on Sept 8, 2013 20:47:14 GMT -5
Petyr laughed at her, "Well in my opinion quality conversation is lacking every where. Dullness and entropy. It fills this word from ice to sand."
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 8, 2013 20:55:38 GMT -5
"Do you think that is a reflection of the present age?" she replied, sipping her wine, and licking an errant red droplet from her lips, "Or is it something that was true for our ancestors as well?"
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Post by The Smith on Sept 8, 2013 21:00:04 GMT -5
"Who can say?" Ser Petyr replied. "I tend to think the same problems we faced are the ones are fathers, and their fathers faced. So most likely." He chuckled, "And the worse threat to my people has always been that of boredom."
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 8, 2013 21:04:25 GMT -5
"That's true of my people too," Tania replied, nodding in agreement. "I wonder what else our professions have in common?"
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Post by The Smith on Sept 8, 2013 21:08:32 GMT -5
"Not much comes to mind. I do not even earn coin for my lively hood." Petyr smiled in thought, "Do you ever get to kill?"
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 8, 2013 21:13:03 GMT -5
Tania smiled and did not answer the question, "Well, both of ours professions are reviled until they are needed. And once our work is no longer needed, we are left cold again."
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Post by The Smith on Sept 8, 2013 21:17:06 GMT -5
"Not poor Hugh. He builds walls of Ice, he is a miserable man who is always cold." Petyr reached out and ruffled Hugh's hair.
Hugh looked up and his mouth was full of sweetcake. He coughed and said something unintelligible.
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 8, 2013 21:19:17 GMT -5
"I think we could warm him up though," the Northern bastard girl said with a smile. "What brings you two gentlemen to Kings Landing? Does the Night Watch need the purse winnings of tourneys to keep things running at Castle Black?"
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Post by The Smith on Sept 8, 2013 21:24:37 GMT -5
"We came to be representatives of our order to the Weddings. Though we would take every cent we could get. There are still dangers north of the wall." Petyr replied.
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 8, 2013 21:27:32 GMT -5
Tania raised an eyebrow, "The night is dark and full of terrors?" she asked, sipping her wine and rolling it around on her tongue before swallowing.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 8, 2013 21:42:59 GMT -5
Petyr nodded, "Not just the nights." He looked around, "I have heard of this place back at Castle Black. Are all the legends true?"
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 8, 2013 22:07:08 GMT -5
A rowdy commotion signaled the entrance of Ser Oswyn Baratheon, fresh from his victory in the joust, his purse weighed down by at least a hundred gold dragons from his winnings.
He had accumulated quite a following as the night had progressed. Some were friends, such as his bastard brother Donal and Lord Dondarrion's heir Ser Alain, whom Oswyn has squired with. Others were knights and young lordlings from the Stormlands, seeing the victory of their future liege lord as reason for their own revelry. Many more were men and women he'd never met before, taking advantage of the chance at free drinks and merriment.
"A drink for all my friends!" the young stag yelled, generous with his newfound wealth. "A drink for everyone!"
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Post by Marie on Sept 9, 2013 6:06:40 GMT -5
"Oh." The boy seemed confused. "I'm so sorry, I have never been to one of these places before. I hope you will forgive me. My friend didn't tell me there would be women/" "Don't worry darling, we'll get you sorted out." Barb explained. "Would you like to take a bottle of mead back to your room?" she quotes a reasonable price for the drink, and placed it on the counter. The young man fumbled with his purse and handed the coins to the woman. "Thank you so much. How do I find the room?" He asked. A woman screamed upstairs, making the young man blushed redder still. |
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 9, 2013 18:03:26 GMT -5
Petyr nodded, "Not just the nights." He looked around, "I have heard of this place back at Castle Black. Are all the legends true?" "Only the bad ones," Talia replied with a smile, with a voice that suggested that in this context bad meant "very very good". "We've only been up and running fully for about a year and a half, but prospects are looking quite good." A rowdy commotion signaled the entrance of Ser Oswyn Baratheon, fresh from his victory in the joust, his purse weighed down by at least a hundred gold dragons from his winnings. He had accumulated quite a following as the night had progressed. Some were friends, such as his bastard brother Donal and Lord Dondarrion's heir Ser Alain, whom Oswyn has squired with. Others were knights and young lordlings from the Stormlands, seeing the victory of their future liege lord as reason for their own revelry. Many more were men and women he'd never met before, taking advantage of the chance at free drinks and merriment. "A drink for all my friends!" the young stag yelled, generous with his newfound wealth. "A drink for everyone!" Drinks are soon dispersed as the crowd begans to swell. A hedge knight wearing a broach featuring two dice approaches, "Ser!" He says, "Congratulations on your victory! You won me quite a hefty purse, I don't mind telling you. Name is Ser Regard." "Thank you so much. How do I find the room?" He asked. A woman screamed upstairs, making the young man blushed redder still. "As I said dear, go through that door," she pointed to a heavy oak door where a Gold Cloak captain was sitting nearby looking bored, "third door on the right." |
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Post by The Smith on Sept 9, 2013 18:11:49 GMT -5
Ser Petyr replied, "So where do you keep the dragons then? Are their pits?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5